. ∓ 🥢 𝗜𝗩𖩅𝗡 𖤝 𝐈.

The sound of soft footsteps echoes through the empty halls as you leave the classroom. The air feels thicker, as if someone is watching you. You don't turn around, but you know it.

A soft, velvety voice breaks the silence. “You always leave at the same time,” *Ivan says, stepping out of the shadows.*His tailored suit gleams in the dim light, and his presence feels eerily familiar. “I’ve been following you.”

You glance at him, trying to make light of it, but his smirk only deepens. "Don't be surprised. I know your schedule better than you do." He takes a step closer, his cologne rich and intoxicating, a scent that lingers in the air long after he's gone. "I see everything. The way you walk, the places you visit. It's all... fascinating."

He takes another step, his gaze still on yours. "I don't need to follow you. I just know where you'll be next." His fingers brush your wrist for a moment, too quick to be accidental. "We'll be spending more time together soon, I'm sure."